The whole class transmigrates to cultivate immortality, and I return with a sacred weapon.

"Under the judgment of the Holy Light, all heretics must be purified."

The four-winged angel stood high in the sky, looking down as if he were looking at ants.

The massive cross-shaped sword light crashed down.

Seeing this, Li Xinran mobilized her divine power, and the Azure Umbrella burst forth with a dazzling azure light, its ribs expanding to their limit.

A cyan light barrier rose up, blocking the descending cross-shaped sword light.

Two completely different forces collided violently in mid-air, and the violent shockwaves completely blew up the dust on the nearby ground.

Li Xinran's legs were slightly bent, her knees sinking into the frozen ground.

Her expression hardened, and the divine power within her sea of ​​suffering was rapidly depleted.

"Let's attack together."

Li Xiaohui shouted and controlled her silver longsword to soar into the sky.

The other two students also each unleashed their signature weapons.

A meteor hammer, a chain.

The three Dao Palace Realm weapons transformed into streaks of light, striking directly at the angel's back.

The four-winged angel merely glanced at it disdainfully.

His two pairs of pure white wings fluttered slightly, and a solid, pure white light shield appeared around him.

Clang clang...

The three natal weapons struck the light shield, producing a metallic clang.

The surface of the light shield only rippled slightly, but the three students were as if struck by a heavy blow, their bodies shaking violently.

On the defense line of Yunlian County, artillery roared.

Dozens of armor-piercing missiles, trailing fiery exhaust, turned the sky crimson.

The dense explosions completely engulfed the location of the four-winged angel, and the fire and smoke obscured the view.

"Did it work?"

Li Xiaohui stared intently at the sky, her hand gripping the sword sweating profusely.

Amidst the smoke and dust, an even more dazzling holy light pierced the sky.

The four-winged angel was merely floating in place, its clothes somewhat dirty and disheveled.

He glanced at the distant defensive positions, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"Even mortals with iron tools dare to provoke the gods."

The four-winged angel slowly raised his right hand, and a dark golden cross-shaped longsword materialized in his palm.

A suffocating pressure instantly swept across the entire Yunlian County.

The meeting room of Ningjiang Municipal Administration Bureau.

Ren Ke suddenly stood up.

"That sword is at the fourth level of the realm."

Everyone's heart sank.

Chen Lin sat in the chair, staring at the screen.

He quickly analyzed the battle situation in his mind.

The four-winged angel himself only possessed the divine power of the peak of the Wheel Sea Realm, but relying on that Four Extremes Realm Holy Sword, he was able to unleash the destructive power of the peak of the Dao Palace Realm, even beyond his level.

This is because the Holy Sword is not his natal weapon; otherwise, his strongest attack might have reached the threshold of the Four Extremes.

Li Xinran and her group are doomed to defeat.

On the screen, a change has occurred.

The four-winged angel wielded his dark gold longsword, unleashing a terrifying crescent-shaped sword beam.

Li Xiaohui and her two companions were the first to be affected.

His natal weapon let out a mournful cry, was instantly knocked away, and quietly returned to his body.

All three coughed up blood and their bodies crashed to the ground like broken kites.

The land was smashed into three deep craters.

Before the aftershocks subsided, the sword's edge struck the defensive position, slicing through the steel-forged fortifications as if they were made of paper.

At this moment, Li Xinran was helpless, and the light curtain of the green umbrella was violently distorted under the pressure of the dark golden sword light.

Click...

A faint cracking sound reached her ears.

A small crack appeared on the main body of the green umbrella.

Li Xinran spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her clothes red.

She knelt on one knee, gripping the umbrella handle tightly, and the blue light screen barely managed to stay upright again.

The atmosphere in the meeting room plummeted to freezing point.

"We can't make it in time."

Yang Linghui clenched his fist so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

If Li Xinran falls, Li Xiaohui and the others will surely die.

Chen Miaomiao looked anxious and wanted to speak, but her brother glared at her and shut her up.

Chen Lin frowned.

Judging by the time, it should be time soon.

Above Yunlian County, a four-winged angel held aloft a dark gold holy sword.

"Lost lamb, atone with your lowly soul."

Just then, a strange change occurred in the eastern sky.

The clouds, which were originally shrouded in holy light, suddenly split open without warning.

An extremely pure sword intent traveled across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

This sword intent was not dazzling, but only extremely cold and pure.

The four-winged angel froze.

He abruptly turned his head to look east, his pupils contracting sharply, and the dark gold holy sword emitted an uneasy tremor.

The clouds dispersed completely to both sides.

Shuanghua, dressed in a green robe, walked slowly through the air.

Her steps were not fast, but each step seemed to tread on the very fabric of heaven and earth, and the surrounding space trembled slightly with each step.

She did not manifest her natal sword body, nor did she release the terrifying pressure of a Dao-Slaying King.

Shuanghua simply stood there quietly, yet the entire world seemed to transform into an invisible sword formation, the sword pressure descending as if it were tangible.

The holy light surrounding the four-winged angel began to distort under this pressure.

He felt a tremor that came from the depths of his soul.

Who are you?

The four-winged angel gripped his longsword tightly, his voice sharp but his tone weak as he rebuked, "How dare you obstruct the actions of the gods! You heretics are unforgivable!"

Shuanghua stopped and looked down at the four-winged angel not far away, her eyes filled with indifference.

This indifference completely ignited the four-winged angel's fury.

Shuanghua spoke slowly, her voice clear and cold.

"What gods? They are just a few remnant souls left behind by the Feathered Clan in the ancient times."

Her words echoed throughout the heavens and earth, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

The four-winged angel's expression changed drastically.

Shuanghua continued, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"The ancient races were nothing but ants suppressed by my human race. How dare they call themselves gods in my human territory?"

"Now that you're barely clinging to life, you still dare to bewitch humanity and make them believe in you. It's utterly laughable."

Inside the meeting room, Ren Ke and the others were dumbfounded.

They had never heard of such ancient secrets; the human race in the ancient times of Earth was so glorious.

The gods who are high above in the West are actually just remnants of the souls left behind by some alien race in ancient times.

The four-winged angel's features were contorted with extreme shame and anger.

"Heretic, how dare you blaspheme the great Father!"

The four wings of light behind him burst forth with unprecedented intensity.

He burned the power of faith within his body, and white holy flames ignited on the dark gold holy sword.

This power has briefly broken through the threshold of the Four Extremes Realm.

"Prepare to die..."

The four-winged angel roared and transformed into a blazing white meteor, hurtling towards Frostflower.

The air around us was distorted.

Faced with this devastating attack, Shuanghua didn't even lift an eyelid.

She slowly raised her right hand, bringing her index and middle fingers together to form a sword-like gesture, and casually waved it forward.

A barely perceptible streak of cyan sword light swept across the void.

The sword light contained extreme sharpness, making everyone within a hundred miles feel as if they were surrounded by thousands of swords, their skin stinging.

The cyan sword light met the blazing white meteor.

The holy light that the four-winged angels were so proud of was as fragile as a piece of white paper in front of that blue sword light.

laugh……

A barely audible cutting sound rang out.

The holy light instantly disintegrated, turning into countless points of light that scattered across the sky.

The cyan sword light continued its momentum, nimbly slicing across the back of the four-winged angel.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The four-winged angel's charging figure suddenly froze in mid-air.

He looked down at his body, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Then, his four pristine white wings, which he was so proud of, broke off cleanly at the base.

The cut was perfectly smooth.